Last Letter

That day, my love isn’t very far awayWhen pain will end my life’s journeysWhen my inner anguish transcend its limitsMy desperate and unsuccessful glances tireMy sighs and tears lose their fireAnd my hopeless youthful life be torn away from mePerhaps you will then remember my loveFeel a tinge of sadness in your heartCome to my grave to shed a tear or twoBringing along a few stray bloomsPerhaps you will disown my memory altogether Laugh at my unrequited loveBe contemptuous of my charityBut my shattered heart will have no inkling ofWhether you choose to laugh at my love,Shed tears, express regret for what has passedBecause it will be cold and dead.

A few words about myself. I am originally from Bangalore, but circumstances took me to Punjab where I lived and worked for more than a decade. This resulted in a keen interest in things Punjabi – history, literature, culture and politics. I have written on aspects of Punjabi history and translated Punjabi poetry. I'm now back in Bangalore and work as an editor with a publishing firm.

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